Larry Stylinson One Shots

"Just One More Hug?"

Louis leaned against the doorframe of their shared hotel room, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes following every movement Harry made as he packed his suitcase. Harry's curls were messy, barely tamed by the beanie he'd pulled on, and his shirt was wrinkled from being shoved into the back of his suitcase just the day before.

Louis's chest tightened as he watched Harry struggle to zip the bag closed. It was always like this. The quiet moments in the early hours of the morning when Harry had to leave for a solo project, and Louis was left behind, feeling like his heart was being squeezed a little too tightly.

"You're sure you've got everything?" Louis asked, his voice barely above a whisper, trying to keep the tremble out. Harry glanced up, a soft smile playing on his lips as he nodded.

"Yeah, I think so. I won't be gone for long anyways."

Louis chuckled, but it was a sad sound. "You say that like you're gonna be back tomorrow. You're off to L.A., H. It's not exactly a quick trip back."

Harry's smile faltered, and he abandoned his suitcase, moving toward Louis with that easy grace that made Louis's heart skip. Harry reached out, his hand finding Louis's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over his skin.

"I know, love. But it's just a week, yeah? I'll be back before you even have time to miss me," he said. Louis rolled his eyes, but his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I already miss you, you idiot."

Harry's laugh was soft, genuine, and it filled the quiet room like sunlight breaking through clouds.

"You're such a softie, Tommo. Who would've thought?" He teased, though it was obvious he was sad, too. Louis tried to hide his smile, but it broke through, brightening his eyes.

"Only for you," he murmured, leaning into Harry's touch.

The moment lingered, the two of them standing there, inches apart, soaking in the quiet of the early morning. It was always these stolen moments that hurt the most. The moments when they were just Louis and Harry, not the pop stars who had to keep their love hidden from the world. Harry finally let his hand drop, pulling back with a sigh.

"I really need to go. Jeff's gonna kill me if I'm late for the flight," he said with a glance to the clock. Louis's heart sank further. He knew Harry had to leave, but that didn't make it any easier.

"Just one more hug before you leave? Please?" He requested.

Harry's eyes softened, and he didn't hesitate, stepping back into Louis's space and wrapping his arms around him tightly. Louis buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of cologne and something that was just purely Harry. It was grounding, and Louis held on as if letting go would mean losing Harry entirely.

"You know I hate this," Louis mumbled against Harry's shoulder. "All this sneaking around, pretending like we're just mates."

Harry squeezed him tighter, his hand running soothingly up and down Louis's back. "I hate it too, Lou. More than anything. But you know why we have to."

Louis knew. They both knew. The fans, the media, the endless scrutiny—it was suffocating. They'd been dealing with it for years, ever since the early One Direction days when every glance and touch between them was dissected by millions of eyes. And now, even with the band on hiatus, the pressure hadn't eased. If anything, it had grown worse.

But none of that made it easier to say goodbye. None of that made Louis's heart hurt any less as he clung to Harry, trying to memorize the feeling of Harry's arms around him, the warmth of his breath against Louis's ear.

"I wish we could just... stop hiding," Louis whispered, his voice breaking. "Just be us, out in the open."

Harry pulled back, just enough to look Louis in the eyes, his own gaze filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "One day, Lou. I promise. One day, we won't have to hide anymore. But right now, we've got to protect this. Protect us."

Louis nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He knew Harry was right. They'd worked too hard to build something solid, something real, and they couldn't risk it all just because they were tired of pretending. But God, he was tired.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to Louis's forehead, lingering there for a moment before he pulled away completely.

"You're gonna be okay. You've got the studio this week, right? And don't think I won't be texting you every five minutes."

Louis let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his eyes quickly before Harry could see.

"Yeah, I've got some recording to do. And you better keep your phone on, Styles. I'm not letting you get away that easy."

Harry grinned, the dimple in his cheek making an appearance, and it was enough to lighten the heavy weight in Louis's chest.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

With one last lingering look, Harry grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door. Louis stayed rooted to the spot, watching as Harry reached for the handle. But just before Harry could pull it open, he paused, turning back to face Louis one more time.

"I love you," Harry said, the words quiet but sure, like a promise. Louis's breath hitched, and he smiled, a genuine one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"I love you too. More than you'll ever know."

And with that, Harry was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. Louis stood there for a long moment, staring at the spot where Harry had been, feeling the emptiness settle in. He knew Harry would be back. But it didn't make the distance any easier.

Louis finally moved to the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to watch as Harry's car pulled away from the curb. He stayed there until the taillights disappeared from view, his heart aching in a way that was both familiar and unbearable.

They'd built a life in the shadows, but no matter how hard it was, no matter how much it hurt to keep hiding, Louis knew one thing for sure: it was worth every second. For Harry, for the life they dreamed of having one day, it was all worth it.

Louis turned away from the window, pulling his phone from his pocket. He typed out a quick message, hitting send before he could overthink it.

"Already missing you. Don't forget about me while you're being a big shot in L.A. x"

He stared at the screen, waiting, and it wasn't long before the familiar ping echoed in the quiet room.

"Never. Missing you too. I'll call when I land. Love you. x"

Louis smiled, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't easy, but it was theirs. And for now, that was enough.

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